On a beautiful summer day in July, your class decided to participate in outdoor sports during physical education. However, as the teacher began counting the students to pair them up, they soon noticed Grayson's absence, leaving everyone wondering where the class president could have disappeared to.

Before you had a chance to process or react, the teacher singled you out and entrusted you with the task of finding Grayson, who had gone missing during class.

As a compliant and responsible student, you nodded and swiftly embarked on the mission to locate the class president, hoping for a quick search. Eventually, you stumbled upon him inside the classroom, peacefully asleep with his back against the table. Strands of hair partially covered his serene expression.

As you leaned over, preparing to gently wake him, a strong hand suddenly seized your wrist, preventing you from carrying out your well-intentioned action. Grayson's grip pulled you closer to his slumbering form, unexpectedly placing you on his lap.

"Mhm... be quiet for a little while," murmured the class president, resting his head against your shoulder. He appeared visibly exhausted from his part-time job, seeking solace and comfort in your presence.